I Am Still Raw. I Say I

Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds It.

I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack, Fatigue Is Continuous - I Only Go From Less Exhausted To More Exhausted & Back Again.

Your Room Is Not Your Prison. You Are.

The Future Is What Matters — Because One Never Reaches It, But Always Stays In The Present — Like The White Queen Who Had To Run Like The Wind To Remain In The Same Spot.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.